“Hey, you’re quite the smooth talker, kid.” Number 13 tilted his head, finding the kid more and more agreeable.

“Words from the heart.”

Number 13 looked at Zhou Ze's serious face, pursed his lips, and chuckled, "Whether they're words from the heart is something only you know. Now, lead the way."

"Esteemed benefactors," Zhou Ze tiptoed ahead, occasionally turning back to gesture and remind them with his eyes, "We're sneaking into the village, keep the guns silent." That’s how it would be if there were subtitles.

A gust of wind blew, parting Zhou Ze's bangs in the middle, coupled with his furtive appearance, making him look exactly like a traitor.

"Did you guys come in through this way too?" Number 2 asked.

"No, we came in through the main entrance of the bar." Zhou Ze said with a bitter heart, "How could we mortals have the foresight of you two esteemed benefactors to know to come in through the back door?"

Arriving at the security door, hearing the music and various noises coming from inside, Zhou Ze hesitated to push the door. To be honest, he didn't dare.

Number 2 thoughtfully pushed the door open for him.

Number 13 raised a hand and pushed Zhou Ze inside.

After waiting for a moment, seeing no movement inside, Number 13 and Number 2 walked in together, not forgetting to turn their heads to comfort Zhou Ze, whose forehead was practically screaming "fear," "Don't be afraid, we're here."

Zhou Ze felt that these two guys were even scarier than ghosts.

Not long after they came in, they were noticed by someone dressed as a waiter, "Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?" The waiter walked over, with a professional smile on his face, the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and the range of his eyebrow movements, all giving off just the right feeling.

However, in the eyes of Number 2 and Number 13, it was full of flaws.

Zhou Ze subconsciously looked at the waiter's shadow, but the environment was too chaotic, with lights shining from every direction, and many people's shadows overlapping each other, looking like a chaotic dance of demons at first glance.

"I need three seats." Number 2 responded to the waiter's kindness with an equally professional smile, "Preferably somewhere secluded, I want to quietly contemplate some things."

"Please follow me."

Under the waiter's guidance, they came to a corner relatively far from the dance floor. There were relatively few people here, and several chairs were placed on the ground, the kind of plastic chairs commonly seen at roadside stalls, looking very cheap.

The appearance of such chairs in this kind of bar gave people a feeling of instantly breaking the immersion.

"What kind of drinks would you like?" Seeing the three people sitting in the seats he arranged, the smile on the waiter's face became even more eerie. He bent down slightly, leaning his upper body forward, bringing his face closer to the three of them, his gradually contracting pupils scanning their faces back and forth, as if selecting prey.

"Anything is fine, I'm here to dance with the ladies." Number 2 didn't even look at the waiter, his gaze skipped over him and naturally landed on the dance floor.

Zhou Ze's face was twitching, he didn't understand why even he could see that the waiter in front of him was strange, but the two people beside him had no reaction at all.

That half-grown kid was even openly staring at the legs of the girls not far away, while showing an infatuated expression.

"Okay, sir." The waiter straightened up, revealing a kind smile. His eyeballs rolled upward strangely, but soon, as if he suddenly thought of something, he returned to normal. The waiter picked up his mobile phone, which he had been holding in his hand as if it were growing there, "Sir, please leave your number, I'll go to the bar and ask what drinks they have."

He got Number 2's number very smoothly, and almost unwilling to wait even a second, he immediately dialed it. Seeing Number 2 casually pick up the vibrating phone beside him, and his finger reaching for the answer button, the waiter's shadow on the wall twisted excitedly, like countless snakes coiled together wriggling.

But the next second, Number 2 moved his finger away, clicked hang up, and threw the phone back in place, continuing to watch the ladies dance.

"Pfft!" Number 13 burst out laughing.

The waiter grabbed his phone, his face livid as he questioned, "Sir, why didn't you answer my call? Is there something wrong with your phone? Do you want to drink our wine for free?"

"Was that you calling just now?" Number 2 seemed to just notice the waiter's existence, and nodded slightly apologetically, "Then please call again."

"As you wish, sir."

The waiter dialed again, and this time, the phone started vibrating again, showing an unknown number calling.

Number 2 took the phone, looking at the number on it, not seeming to have any intention of answering. Now the waiter couldn't hold back any longer, his face twisted as he questioned, "Answer it, why aren't you answering my call! Are you looking down on me? Answer it, now, immediately!!"

Looking at the waiter's almost roaring question, Number 13 was about to die of laughter, he slapped his thigh and laughed, with a lot of force, making a "slap slap" sound.

Zhou Ze, who was beside him, winced in pain, pried Number 13's hand away, and stammered, "Benefactor, don't... don't do this, slap... slap your own leg, don't slap mine! It hurts!"

"Are you stupid or something?" Number 13, with tears almost streaming down his face, mocked the angry waiter, "I'm saying, didn't you investigate his phone situation before calling? It's turned off, how can you call, and answer? Answer what! Hahaha, this guy is killing me..."

The waiter's shadow was shaking so much it was blurry, but he couldn't attack. He slowly retreated, his face as gloomy as if it were about to drip water, but then something happened that he didn't expect.

Number 2 pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear, "Hello."

The surprise in the waiter's eyes was beyond words, resentment, anger, and the humiliation he had accumulated, all surged out, and the shadow rushed towards Number 2 like an arrow shot from a bow.

"Careful!" Zhou Ze had been paying attention to the waiter's shadow, he had developed a habit of looking at people's shadows first.

Number 13 sighed helplessly.

"Slap!"

Number 2 was faster, slapping the wall with his left hand, just pressing on the waiter's incoming shadow. A strange scene happened again, the waiter's shadow was actually suppressed, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free.

At this moment, Number 13 sneaked over to the next table, stole two glasses of wine, one for himself, and the other for Number 2. Number 2 took the glass with his free right hand and slowly drank it.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt dizzy, a strange, indescribable melody exploded in the depths of his mind, and it seemed that his body was beginning to uncontrollably want to dance to the rhythm.

He saw an extremely terrifying scene in his peripheral vision, the shadow pressed against the wall danced to the rhythm in his heart, and while dancing, its limbs and head fell off one after another.